His eyes fairly looked her through. His mind, trained to see and consider instantly all the factors of a situation, and instantly to reach a conclusion, sought with all its concentration the most logical explanation of this mystery.
After a moment he said softly: "So—he didn't take the money after all?"
She gazed at him in choking fascination.
"If he had taken it, if he was what he seems to be, you would never have offered to marry him," he went on in the same soft voice. "I've guessed right—have I not?"
She did not answer.
"Have I not?" he repeated, dominantly.
It seemed to her that the words were being dragged from her by a resistless power. "Yes," she whispered. The next instant she clasped her hands. "Oh, why did I tell!" she cried.
"I guessed it," he said.
They looked silently at each other for a space. When he spoke his tone was quiet again.
"Since I know the main fact I might as well know the minor ones. Why did he pretend to be guilty?"